Qi Yang was already dissatisfied with Yang Bin.
This guy probably prides himself on his talent. He spent a whole 30,000 Spirit Stones to invite him over, and not only did Yang Bin not help at all, but he also rubbed salt into his wounds, specializing in making cutting remarks.
Qi Yang's voice instantly rose by eight degrees: "Are you mocking me?"
During the talk, a sword light also flashed across Qi Yang's face, which was already long, now became even more gloomy.
"Mocking? Ha, the word you used… Let's be real here, Qi Yang!"
The corners of Yang Bin's lips curled up with a playful smile.
He had originally intended to say something even more unpleasant, but thinking they might still need to cooperate further, he swallowed back the words that had reached his lips.
After all, 30,000 Spirit Stones was no small amount.
He was still thinking about making even more money from Qi Yang.
"You talk as if you have a way to find him."
Qi Yang coldly hummed in response.
